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Love for most people is pain,
Some squeeze through with joy,
Some stay numb.
Love for me is a flame that burns in silence,
A hole that grows bigger inside me.
When I think about my past,
My state of mind when broken was all I knew,
My spine is chilled at the thought,
My hands shake with memory,
Of my agony,
Easier said than done,
They all just hit and run,
When I think of this,
A part of me weeps,
Yet another part is confident it won't happen again,
Everytime that part though, is wrong.

Now you come around,
And seeing you is bittersweet,
Taste of new love,
And defeat.
Now we are sitting here on an empty street,
And you're ready
To pledge your love to me.
I can't accept,
I am afraid,
I know this seems sad,
To make you promise this,
But when you say love to me,
It means:

Don't hurt me,
Or abandon me,
I can;t go through that state
Again.
No lying,
No hiding,
I just fixed my heart again,
So go easy.

Thinking about my past guys,
They all had the same look in their eyes,
But sadly you don't realized they have that,
Until it's too late.
That is a constant fear
It brings worry back to me,
My heart's been in hiding,
Then you come along,
I want to say no,
I can't go back to where I was.
But you sound convincing,
Ignorant me.